Do I have a purpose? It doesn’t matter. It is not what I want that must happen to me, but what tries to happen in spite of me and happens incompletely, which is not serious. Once the work were finished I should be afraid that it might finish me too and bury me. Watch out for that. I try to rouse that which is not absolutely static within me and which may thus (who knows?) break out suddenly, a suddenly new and living movement. I should like to paint the inner ferment, not just paint with it or thanks to it. – Henri Michaux, 1963 (Translation by John Ashbery)

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